[Aubrey's POV]

It was now January and we were back to work and in full swing with tour rehearsals. Our Choreographer and Tour Director had called for a break so we all vacated the rehearsal studio we were in to chill out for a bit.

I found myself in the staff room and I fell onto the small sofa. I put my headphones on and zoned out. Left alone with my thoughts.

I had had a brilliant Christmas and New Year, the quality time I got to spend with my family, friends and Ben had been exceptional and the celebrations had been second to none.

It all seemed a distant memory now, almost as if I had dreamt it.

The more time I spent at home, the more it made me not want to return to my popstar lifestyle. I guess it was just the January blues hitting me quite hard.

I missed home so much it hurt to think about it. The place, the people, it was my city, my home; Me.

My mind drifted back to a time when things were simple, times I used to label as 'average' and 'ordinary'.

2005 one year after I had finished school, I thought I had found my vocation in life by dancing. I was at L.A. danceschool in the under 21s team. Everything was going really well, and as I was turning 18 the following year, I had been in talks with the manager of the dance studio regarding a two year contract for a place on their professional team next season. I thought I had struck gold to be honest, being a professional dancer, that was my dream, wasn't it?

Things soon changed, quite dramatically.

I was training one morning with the rest of my teammates, and one of them dropped me during the lift and I felt an excruciating pain in my leg, unable to get up. The medics came over and I had to be carried off the stage. That injury resulted in the end of my dancing career. I was completely devastated, I refused to talk to or see anyone, except my best friend, Ben, who persevered with me and was there for me through everything.

He was amazing. A true friend. I couldn't have got through that dreadful time in my life without him.

I had never thought of him in a romantic way, until one Saturday night, a month after my injury. I still wasn't on top form and I was in tremendous pain with my leg that day, all my friends were going out in LA on a massive bender. I couldn't go, much to my utter disappointment, but Ben dropped out of going clubbing, just to keep me company.

He arrived at my house with a crate of beer and pizza. Legend. We had drunk a countless number of cans and we were both very drunk. We had just been laughing over a scene on Jackass when Ben suddenly blurted out he had developed feelings for me. I sat in a stunned silence, not quite knowing what to say or do. He asked if he could kiss me and I didn't decline, maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was because I wanted comfort, but I have never regretted it.

Our relationship grew from there. He was my everything and I fell in love for the first time.

I was a lost soul after my accident; I had no clue what direction to go in. It was Ben who suggested music. I laughed it off at first, sure I liked singing in the shower, who doesn't? It was another thing I had never contemplated until it was mentioned.

After numerous disheartening auditions over the next few years, and the whole X Factor sham, I was beginning to think of giving up trying to pursue music. It just wasn't gonna happen for me.

"I've got a surprise for you." Ben said to me on the phone one afternoon.

"Oh yeah?!" I smiled as I channel surfed absentmindedly.

"An audition for a new a cappella girl group being put together. In New York, Wednesday, first thing, with manager Alice." He beamed excitedly down the receiver to me.

24 hours later I was in a hotel doing my preparation for the pending audition the next day.

Anyway, through all of that, the ups and the downs there was one person who had remained a constant in my life. I owed everything to him.

I never told Alice or the other girls about me having a boyfriend. It never seemed the right time, and I thought it may jeopardise my place in the band.

Ben agreed it was the right decision and my family understood, they never judged or tried to talk me out of it.

And well, here I am, part of the US's biggest girlband, soon to be going global, and I've got a girlfriend and a boyfriend.

If everything got exposed, my life would be over. I would lose my best friends, my career and and probably both relationships.

I guess a few people would be confused as to how I'm labelled a ladies woman. Well, a kiss 'n' tell has never been written on me as there's nothing to tell. I did leave clubs with girls, and flirt, but that was it, truth be told. Until Stacie came along, she's such a lovely girl, she was really into me, and I thought, as bad as it sounds, having a girlfriend would ensure the paps would focus on that relationship instead of rummaging for skeletons in closets.

Whenever I saw Stacie, guilt washed over me, I really shouldn't put her through this. It won't last forever, I know that, I also know I'm on borrowed time. She doesn't deserve this treatment of being used. But I couldn't tell her the truth. I couldn't do it to Ben and I.

[Stacie's POV]

After my chat with Chloe before the Christmas period, I knew I had to tell Aubrey about my past. I was holding so much back, I wasn't being honest with her so I knew I had to come clean in the very near future.

I decided to do it once we were all back to our normal routine of Atlanta and work.

Since the mysterious appearing ultrasound, things had shifted a gear. The positive that came out of it was my relationship with Beca, we were getting along a hell of a lot more now. Neither of us spoke about what had happened to me or to her those memories, well nightmares, that pain, it didn't need dragging up.

I didn't feel safe on my own any longer; I always had to have someone by my side, my independence felt like it had been taken away from me again. It was difficult since only two people knew why I was so needy at the moment. I very rarely spent any time in our apartment either. I had made excuses and managed to stay with the girls for the few nights, and then I scarpered back home to my mom's once Christmas was upon us.

Over the holidays I had been thinking about my pregnancy and my baby. A lot. My cousin had just had a baby, the cutest thing ever. When I held her in my arms, everything was right with the world, the feeling was indescribable. When I gave her back, an awash of emptiness enveloped me. I felt a yearning, a realisation I had a need for something more than the life I was living. I wanted a child; my own son or daughter.

To add to my longing, everywhere I turned I'd see pregnant bumps, weeping newborns and grizzly toddlers. It was as if it was a conspiracy.

It started off with a couple of thoughts here and there, until I was daydreaming about it non-stop. I was absolutely certain this was the way my life was meant to go. Me, Aubrey and our little baby.

Aubrey meant a lot to me, of course she did, but she didn't complete me. I wanted a family. I wondered if he would provide that for me.

I knew bringing up the subject of children with her would be tricky, especially after how settling down with me terrified her before.

[Donald's POV]

So. There's a girl that's relentlessly occupying my headspace, and I can't get her out of there. Tianna. I'm so mixed up right now, I don't even know where to begin organising my thoughts.

I say I'm mixed up, that is kind of a lie. Deep down I know what I'm going to do, but actually admitting it, and doing it is going to be a tough feat.

Our relationship had changed, besides the communications I received from her during Christmas, being in her company was different.

I had met up with her yesterday. She was even more overbearing face to face. She wouldn't let me go, always having to hold my hand, cuddle up to me, hooking her legs over my lap. It made me nervous even telling her I had to go to the toilet because she would look at me as if I had just killed her cat!

I also received an interrogation about my break. Who did you see? Who did you meet? Where did you go? What did you do? Were there any girls? Did you miss me? Plus many more, but I'm sure you get the jist.

Her eyes were different too. Quite hard to explain, but the fun, happy look had gone, and in its place was a determined and infatuated stare. It was quite unsettling to say the least.

The time we spent together yesterday wasn't comfortable and simple, like all our other meetings had been in the past. It wasn't a fun time. And when we said goodbye, she said those three words to me. I just smiled and thanked her. What else was I supposed to do? You should never throw the 'love' word around if you don't mean it.

I had also heard some whispers on the Twitter grapevine that she was being a bit harsh with fans. I hadn't seen anything for myself, so I wouldn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes.

How would I tell her it was over? I have really given it a chance? Would she be understanding about it?

[Tianna's POV]

I was in love. Oh so in love with Donald 'TreblemakerDonald'. My little silky haired geek, DonDuck.

He was beautiful, amazing and talented. My perfect man.

I had missed him so much the past week, being away from him was the hardest thing ever. I dropped him a few tweets and texts just letting him know I was thinking about him and couldn't wait til he returned.

Things were going so well between us, I had a permanent grin on my face. Nothing could ruin my ecstatic mood.

I had met up with my girls from Team Treble a few days ago and we had a major gossip session, which basically consisted of me gushing about Donald. To be honest I think they got a bit bored with it after a while and kept trying to change the subject, but everything they had to talk about reminded me of him, so it was only natural I would mention him.

They discussed the tour, about what cities they were going to go to and all that. I sat back smugly knowing I would be by Donald's side all the way through the arena tour. Even though we hadn't spoken about it yet, I knew I would be experiencing the first class lifestyle of a Treble Wag, and I could not wait.

I had written my letter of resignation to my employer ready to hand in a bit later on when I'm due in. I can't have work holding me back when the boys were going on tour. I didn't really enjoy my job anyway, so it would all work out well.

I sat my ipod in its docking station and selected the only playlist I ever listen to. 'Please don't stop the music' started blaring out and I danced around my room singing my boyfriend's verse louder than ever.

[Beca's POV]

New year, new start. That was my plan.

I was so relieved when the clock chimed midnight on 31st December.

The year hadn't been such a good time for me. Only one thing got me through it; Chloe.

Christmas was amazing and New Year had actually been a blast. Her family were wonderful, really welcoming and charming. I know it's cliche but I felt like I had known them for years. Such a great bunch of people, all down to earth and up for a laugh.

I was back at work now, and I was so positive about the year ahead. The countdown was on for The Arena Tour, and I was in preparation with my Editor for the articles I was going to produce for the tour. Luckily she was really excited at the prospect, and agreed it would give a new angle to my writing, which could only be beneficial to all of us.

I was feeling better about everything. Everyone had stopped trying to talk to me about the incident, so I was able to move on. I think I'm doing well so far.

I think about my baby everyday, but I'm focusing on the fact everything happens for a reason, and that was getting me through.

My ribs had pretty much healed, so, physically I was back to my normal self again.

I was happy Stacie and I were best friends again, we hit a rocky patch, but I think we have got through that now. Funny how the same person had destroyed part of both of our lives, but it had actually managed to bring us back together again.

I was pushing the whole Jesse thing to the back of my mind. I couldn't let him damage me any further, I wouldn't let him. He had had his fun with his mind games sending that photo to us, but going to the police made me relax a bit. It was their job to put a stop to him and I believe they would. There's not a lot else that man could do now to ruin things.

We were all strong and happy; invincible.

[Chloe's POV]

Things were looking up, finally. I had an amazing job, amazing friends, amazing family and an absolutely amazing girlfriend. Perfect. Well almost.

Everything was going right for once. Well apart from her crazy psycho ex-boyfriend, but hey we can't have everything, can we?

I wish I was that cool about it, but it was playing on my mind incessantly. I had almost brushed it under the carpet since Beca's erratic moods had calmed down, but then Stacie told me what had happened.

I'd be lying if I said I weren't plotting my revenge. It's just a case of how and when. Sure the police were 'dealing' with it, but he was still roaming the streets, he was still free. He needed to be behind bars, and I would make sure that's where he ended up.

[Amy's POV]

The girls couldn't believe it when I told them what I got up to on New Years! I was still having incredible flashbacks of mine and Benji's night together. I commended myself profusely, even though I wasn't entirely convinced he originally wanted to celebrate the night with me.

I'm still not entirely convinced he wants to see me again either.

He left the house before I woke up yesterday, I awoke to an empty space next to me. No note, no text, nothing left saying he was going back to his.

I dropped him a quick message but I just got a cold, one word reply. I was a bit surprised, this never happened to me usually.

I could sense trying to get with him was going to be hard work. But, especially after last night, I'm pretty certain it would be worth it. I could see myself really caring about this guy, the more I thought about it, the less it actually scared me.

His laugh made me smile, his eyes cast a spell on me, his touch made me shiver.

Maybe after all the guy I had been through, maybe I was ready to just be with one. Woah! What's happened to me?!

I wanted to take him out on a proper date. I was still waiting for an answer. I didn't like waiting, it was infuriating.

In my exasperated mood, I popped out of the rehearsal studios and walked down the road towards a small florist I had seen on our way here this morning.

I had arranged for one single stem, red rose to be delivered to his every day until she agreed to go out with me. Romantic or ridiculous?

[Benji's POV]

2nd January

Happy New Year.

New Years Eve was interesting to say the least. Keeping my distance away from a certain girlbander didn't quite work.

Was going to put up a fight, but then alcohol got involved. Always my downfall.

Had a really good night considering it was a last minute thing. Haven't laughed that much in ages. And the other thing... wow.

She wants to take me out, not so sure if that's such a good idea. Was going to keep it to the one night thing.

Still have a lot of resentment towards her, don't think that will disappear for a long time.

Time will tell, I guess.

Just received a single red rose from her. Is this supposed to make me say yes?! May have to try harder on that one...

Have finally decided on my new years resolution;
I, Benjamin Applebaum, will not let a girl play me, I will play the game better.

[Jesse's POV]

I scoffed as I saw the status update in front of me.

'Best Christmas & New Years ever! Thanks to a certain someone for making it special. x Here's to a freakin' fabulous new year.'

Wouldn't hold your breath on that one, honey.